Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

“Ahhhh ...it’s a long story and it doesn’t concern you and doesn’t make a scene because I don’t want to tell you what happens to me...” He looks at me a little doubtfully, but in the end, he gives up and doesn’t ask me any questions. I’m sorry for keeping secrets from him...but it’s better that he doesn’t know that I have a ruthless side that wants to kill all those who have a stained soul. We transform and start to move quickly and silently towards the enemy pack. Arriving at the exile camp….. “Hey did you hear that? Rumor has it that ten wolves of the Dark Shadow have been killed by foreigners...”

Well I am the one who invented this computer, I am the one who designed this system even Eros doesn't have this kind of computer I sat down on the swivel chair and started reading the information gathered on my computer Free Souls -A mafia organization -They are assassins, they kill people who stand in their way, they kill for money, they kill for pleasure -Ranked 5th in the World of Mafiosos -Leader is Chian Wong -Into Drug Trade, Smuggling and Kidnapp for ransom (They ask money exactly 2 billion pesos and when they finally got it they will kill the one who delivered the money and the one kidnapped) -Consists of many spies and lurk in every mafia organization except for Olympus -They want t

Elder Maddox lays down the edict, “However, you will report to Elder Silva tomorrow for her to undo the soulless spell that is in your system. After that is done, if the mate bond resurfaces, it will be up to Alpha Heron to accept you or not.” I growled at the thought of feeling anything but hatred towards her. My shoulders rise as my chest starts to vibrate because I wanted to blast them for uttering such an abominable abstraction. "I hope he does not accept you," Granda Daniel blatantly muttered his opinion to Charlotte. “We hereby sentence you to the role of an Omega without promotion. If you remain wolfless after Elder Silva conducts the spell reversal, you will be exiled from the werewo

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

Adrian said. "You mean…" They both then said in unison, "The Exile Realm!" "But will it work?" Eloise was doubtful. The Exile Realm was just a small world. How could it support her breakthrough? Even if she reached level nine, she would not be able to leave this place. If she reached level nine and left, she would definitely be sensed by that entity. Moreover, there were already seven other level nine immortals outside, indicating that the next catastrophe was imminent. It was a cycle.

It was just as she remembered—broken, desolate, a place where the rules of the packs didn’t apply. But this time, she paid closer attention. She could see movement now—figures moving about in the shadows, wolves shifting in and out of their human forms as they went about their lives. The rogues lived here in squalor, but they were still living. They were surviving in this harsh world, far from the packs that had cast them out. Elara’s heart ached as she watched them. They were exiles, just like Alec. And now, just like her. This is what I’m bound to, she thought bitterly, her eyes narrowing. This is the life Alec is offering me—a life in exile, a life as his prisoner.

Spoil asked, cutting into my thoughts. “Yeah,” I grunted. “Mexicans pushing up, trying to get in on the drug trade.” “Violent fucks,” Spoil said. He went on to explain how the cartels and the gangs down south loved to perfect their torture and execution styles, and I mostly tuned him out. It was just another typical night in the fucking Sandcastles MC clubhouse.

“Torches a club for a beating and we’ll have every crew in the city coming at us. I say we grab two of theirs and send them back twice as fucked up.” Ghost groans loudly. “You know… I’ve had zero fucking fun or decent work since that asshole Declan McCoy moved in and started clearing everything up. Give me something good for once.” He’s talking about the head of the local mafia. Even Vesper hasn’t had much to do lately, and she barely takes jobs anymore. I keep half an eye on the door while the guys keep arguing. My body is still here, listening to church, but my mind is somewhere else. I’m waiting for the sound of a key in the lock.

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.

I don't care about Imore because she's the reason why I was tortured in front of packs because of a crime I didn't commit. " If you're thinking about your friends and the others out there, don't worry, Master Killan prepared a different tasks for them." It's the first time I saw his Beta making a sneer in front of me as we headed to a place he called the Lycan King's office.